- It's me, Sam. I'm home, Mom.
It's me, Mom. I'm home.
It's me, Sam. I'm home, Mom.
I missed you, Mom.
(gate squeaking)
(Sam knocking)
- Hello.
(eerie music)
- I'm so-- - I--
Oh, no, you go.
- No, you say what you were going to say.
- I'm sorry. It's just so strange to see you here.
- I'm sorry I showed up so suddenly.
Are you happy to see me?
- It's been hard being alone for so long.
- [Sam] You've been on your own all this time?
- Mostly.
I was just making some tea. Would you like some tea?
- Why not?
(lock rattling)
(kettle whistling)
(classical piano music)
- [Victoria] Oh, go ahead. Don't stop for me.
(classical piano music)
- [Sam] It's a nice piano.
- Nobody's played it in years.
- It sounds the same.
- You play so much better than before. You're very talented.
I tried to keep it the way it was.
- I missed it.
You want to know where I've been?
- I wouldn't ask that of you.
- It's okay. I want you to know.
There was this man. He used to park his car down the street.
He was always really friendly,
and one day he told me about a piano.
- You're back now. That's what matters.
- I'm happy to be home.
- Are you gonna stay a while?
- I have to admit, I'm not prepared to stay.
My things are still at that motel over on Fanning Street.
- Oh, it's getting late.
Spend the night at least.
I'm sure I can find something for you to wear.
(water dribbling)
(Victoria knocking)
Can I come in?
- Um, uh, yeah.
- You forgot your tea from earlier.
I thought you might like a fresh one.
- Oh, thank you. You can just leave it in my room.
- You don't want it now?
But it'll be cold by the time you get out.
- All right.
- I hope these fit. They were always too big for you.
Are you bleeding?
- What? Oh, no, no, I...
No, I just, I must've cut myself while I was shaving.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in here.
I can't do this sort of thing anymore.
- No, it's okay. - I'm sorry.
No, it's not. - Thank you for the tea.
(Victoria crying)
Victoria?
Mom?
- Sam, is that you?
What are you wearing, sweetheart?
- Oh, I was just on my way--
- Are you leaving?
- No, no, I just wanted something to drink.
The pajamas were too tight.
- Oh.
- What were you doing down there?
- Well, I couldn't sleep,
and I thought I'd go digging for the nice silverware.
Now that you're home, I thought we'd get some use out of it.
- Don't bother yourself. I can look.
- Oh, no, I couldn't find it down there.
It must be in the kitchen.
- Let me take a look.
What's in all these boxes?
Ow.
Sam?
- I'm so glad you came.